Going through some hard time.

Rotten to the core, your harsh words have knocked me to the floor. Could never please you I was always in the wrong and you were a god I was suppose to worship. I was shit and you could fly I'm broken while you are forever whole. I died each night while you had sweet dreams, a prisoner of love, a slave chained by fear. Emotions locked up inside where my shame also has a place. My tears unnoticed because after all, I'm nothing to you.

The End

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